His Solitude

“His Solitude”

(2024/26/24 Tom Entrican)

It plays the same old tune each day

And forever has it paved his way

Like a wound that never seems to heal

Always hits “Bad Luck” when he spins the wheel

Is there any wonder he has attitude

They come and go without success

And leave his world in such a mess

So many times I’ve heard him say

Oh won’t you please all go away

As he builds his walls of solitude

The others do not understand

What is wrong with this old man?

They do not understand the fuss

As he hobbles along on his little crutch

Slowly he weaves his own brand of rude

But who can blame his twisted mind

So many bruises over time

They bark at him, like he knows why

The world looks different in his eye

As he zips himself up in his solitude

There never was a place for him

The loner with the peppered chin

He’s learned to take what he can get

Along with his big bag of regrets

And in prayer, tries to get renewed

But even faith won’t make it stay

The love that seems to go away

For earthly hope, he just has none

Humanity has come undone

And one learns to enjoy their solitude

At times he feels the need for more

Then he takes a step outside the door

He sees nothing but empty sincerity

Then returns to where he has sanity

Now Heaven is all that he can pursue

For bitterness, there is no more

He’s been around, he knows the score

Nothing is left when it’s time to go

Just a little dust behind the door

And with his Lord he has his solitude